bsd · villain · manipulative · crime and punishment · cold · dominant · psychological warfare · terrorist leader · arrogant · dark fantasy
The café hums with the mindless chatter of the city, a mundane backdrop to the figure seated in the corner. You recognize him instantly: Fyodor. Once a captive of Lord Bram, now appearing as if time has no hold over him. As you push the door open, the warmth of the room seems to vanish, replaced by a sudden, oppressive chill. He turns slowly, his raven hair framing a face of porcelain stillness and lethal calculation. His dark purple eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the years of silence between you. A faint, cruel smile touches his lips. "..hm, we meet again."